"Your very welcolm young man!" said the cheery old woman running the market fruit stand. "Welcolm to Elmshade." The woman went back to helping another lady with an excited child. The human stranger smiled, and left the market area, and walked back tward the edge of town. He looked like an average adventurer here in the village, nodding and smiling to the locals. They were helpful to the young man, telling him of the different buildings, towers, townsfolk, and trade here in the village of Elmshade. The young man ducked into the forest and walked down a seldomly used trail, almost overgrown with weeds. He continued down the trail for almost a mile, where he came across a small clearing, concealed very well on three sides by thick, overgrown briar bushes. The whole area was dark from thick foliage overhead, creating a cool area flowing with a light mist on the ground. Set in the back of the enclosed clearing, with a small ring of stones for a fire in front, is a large black and violet tent. The tent has thick cloth, covered with drapes and runes. Its dimensions are about 20x 20 ft, with a 10 foot roof. It looks very well made, and expensive.

The human continues to walk into the clearing, and up to the tent. His features however change at each step, morphing into dark skin.... leather turns to black shiney metal.... cloth into fine elven silks of purple, blues, and black. When he reaches the enterance to the tent he is fully changed into his normal form. A tall dark male elf...white hair braided down the back.... weblike, and spider designs engraved into black adamantium. His right arm totally mechanical with fluid like construction, and covered in runes.

Nash stretches his arms, glad to be in his normal drow form again. Fools... didnt even know who I was. This is gonna be easy. With a wicked grinn, he enters his tent... to plan.